On a workday, I placed the ambergris in the raw materials cabinet in the laboratory.
Hall leaned against the cabinet, giving me a suggestive look. "Why are you being so careful? If it breaks, I can just buy another at an auction. Or do you cherish it because it's a gift from me?"
Here we went again. Why couldn't he be less narcissistic?
I replied coldly, "Hall, you're not nearly as important as it is."
"Hahaha... You're such a stubborn woman. I've been so nice to you, overlooking how you manipulated me before. Surely you must feel somewhat touched?"
Hall moved closer, smiling confidently.
"I might have been happier if someone else had taken me for that drive," I said, playfully pushing his shoulder with my index finger.
Hall dismissed my comment, thinking I was joking.
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